Who's There ?

To Jonathan, what he had just experienced was the way the world was, as
he knew it to be. But this was "Quis est non", was it not ? Then if he was to
assume that the world appears to be a certain way but is not . . then this
screen just showed him some kind of cover-up, . . of global proportions.

The Seer watched him in silence.

Slowly Jonathan made his way over to the second shimmering screen. He
paused to take a deep breathe, then stepped nearer. Coming to life
immediately, this monitor began its documentary . . . . from somewhere in
deep space.

As he watched the screen Jonathan was aware that every so often one ship
would break off from the formation and head towards a new, unexplored
solar system. It meticuously visited every planet in that particular system,
eventually returning, . . sometimes with strange spacecraft accompaning
it, . . . sometimes not . . but always returning to the armada.

A never-ending cycle that reminded him of bees pollenating flowers.

And then he saw Saturn, and Jupiter . . . and earth. He watched as space-
craft landed on earth, thousands of years ago. He watched as some forms
of life were left here on the planet, when the ship departed. He watched as
some vanished into the sea. He watched as some sought underground
shelter. And he watched as the human race began its development. He saw
how all lifeforms, though separated and independent, still remained a part
of the whole.

He watched a UFO crash in the desert, another crash into a farmer's field.
Underground military bases appeared. Flashes of what looked to be war
being waged in tunnels flicked on the screen. But, . . war with whom, or
what ? The combatants were difficult to distinguish, and he wondered . . .
who's there ?

More pictures of secret bases scattered all around the world. Pictures of
creatures in cells ! Were they aliens ? Were they friend or foe ? Pictures of
these creatures working side by side with humans. Pictures of spacecraft.
And then . . pictures and footage of dead aliens. Then, more pictures, of
aliens with . . other aliens, working apparently for humans !

He watched as the footage showed bits from various news shows, . . from
CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, and other international media as well. He was
amazed at how many times he read signs saying "The Time is near !"
He recognized it for what it was . . . HYPE ! It was coverage on . . .
D-I-S-C-L-O-S-U-R-E ! ! And here he was, watching . .

Jonathan Two Moons watched as an alliance was formed between a group
of aliens and what looked like a representative group of humans, led by
Seers. He watched the Seers slowly disappear. He saw the door closed and
locked, across its breast the words "UT DIES HAS SUPERVENIO" etched in
acid, wisping in smoke.
The door faded away, and Jonathan himself appeared on the screen, doing
his best to climb up the mountain through the pass. It was Jonathan . . . .
before he had made his final committment . . . he still had his brown hair,
eyebrows, and lanky, youthful appearance. Before he had swam at all in
the lake, before he had touched the door ! Wondering, . . who's there ?

The screen went blank . . . . . and then came back on . . with Jonathan
staring at himself ! His taller frame, his toned muscles, his long white hair
and white eyebrows . . . looking right back at him through the monitor !
The screen went blank again . . then black.

Thirty seconds passed, then a minute.

The screen lit up once again . . with the words . . "Quis Est ".

Q U I S E S T

A panel appeared where a normal keyboard should've been. Jonathan
watched as the panel cover slowly retracted, revealing an indented hand or
palm impression, that glowed faintly red. The words on the screen began
to flash on and off. QUIS EST QUIS EST QUIS EST QUIS EST

The flashing stopped, then started again, as if demanding a response. The
words QUIS EST now appeared as white light. Jonathan followed his
instincts and put his right hand down into the indented impression, and
pressed. A mild shock passed through him like a shiver . . . and then the
shiver turned to a shaking, and a feeling of dread. He could not move his
hand at all, and that bothered him greatly. The shaking continued until . .
finally . . that ominous feeling of dread changed . . to an overwhelming
sense . . . of contentment. Of happiness.

Outside, and back on the other side of Storm Lake, the crowd stirred
restlessly. The air became thick with static electricity, as if something was
about to happen. The entire lake was now covered in whitecaps, the
sound of the slurping water magnified in the heavy atmosphere. Suddenly
the whitecaps were gone, the water drawn into a huge swirl that slowly
made its way around the lake, and around again, and again. Like a giant
eddy the water swirled out, then back into the center. A geyser broke from
the swirling to the east and climbed a hundred feet straight up, spraying
water and mist everywhere. Another geyser to the west, funnelling its way
skyward.
No one moved during this display of water magic.

Many miles away in space, the Seer's signal had been received. At that
very moment, spacecraft approached the earth's solar system, setting final
coordinates to the third planet from the sun. They . . had been called ! It
was time for . . . change.

Jonathan's hand was throbbing but not from pain. A transformation was
taking place, and though he still could not move his hand at all, he felt an
energy-boost enter his body and mind.
"Who's there?" he asked, to no one in particular.
"Who's there?"

"QUIS EST !"

"Who's there?"

"QUIS EST !" "We . . . are . . . you."

"Are . . .you . . .the dreamer ?" ( A question, from the machine ?)

Jonathan answered yes to the question in his mind. "Yes."

Silence.

And then Jonathan heard the voice in his mind say "Then . . it is time !"

And with that, the screen went dead. The black hooded Seer stepped up
beside Jonathan and depressed a switch that immediately freed his hand from the machine. Before Jonathan could thank him the Seer had dis-
appeared down the hall, and out of sight. Shaking off the stiffness,
Jonathan followed at a more cautious pace. Rounding a corner in the long
hallway, he came upon the Seer, who seemed to be getting ready to send
another message skyward. Instantly the air grew heavy, the light was
blinding. The caves rattled as a giant whoosh rocketed up through the
atmosphere . . .a beacon of light . . . a beacon of life.

Jonathan and the Seer made their way back through the caves to the door.
It loomed above them as they made their way out, heading for the boat.

On its own, it slowly closed behind them.

Out and under the waterfall, (and thanks to the Seer they remained dry),
they headed back across the lake . . . to what can only be descibed as a
tumultuous reception from the Believers and . . . guests ! The guests
being . . . ETs. Three saucer-type aircraft had landed on separate hills
around Jonathan's original encampment, lights flashing and walkways
extended down into the lush green grass. There were no aliens visible as
of yet ! But the atmosphere was one of joyous celebration . . of relief !
It was, after all, Disclosure Day !
The water in the lake was now still and as smooth as glass. A reflection in
the water made Jonathan glance up, and he was astounded to see even
larger aircraft above them, hoovering above the mountains as if caught in
a still photo. Many of them ! Forty or fifty for sure ! But he felt no fear . . .
only admiration ! And, and . . a deep sense of togetherness !
The boat ran aground, and Jonathan and the Seer stepped out onto the
shore, greeted by cheers from the Believers. Slowly they walked up to the
closest saucer, and stopped. The crowd quieted to a hush as the Seer took
the walkway up to the spacecraft's hatch-like door and pressed a button.

...........................................................................................
Now you know, I started off this story by climbing all the way up between
the two mountains to get to Storm Lake. I talked in the first person, then
switched to third person. I saw myself in Jonathan, became Jonathan.
We underwent physical changes while being enlightened. I, we, . . were
chosen to open the door, to send the signal.

You know, they left a lot of clues behind, hundreds of them, but we just
couldn't put it all together, couldn't see the big picture. But now they have
come back. We have come back. Because, . .they are us . . and we are
them.

Today is disclosure day.

There's going to be quite a few secrets revealed. Some politicians will
commit suicide today. The lying SOB's.

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